[Rfeynman defeats a worthless-TBD-poster]
damj: You fight with the strength of many men, Sir knight.
[pause]
I am damj, King of Last Post Wins thread.
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I seek the finest and the bravest Bills Fans in the land to join me.
[pause]
You have proved yourself worthy; will you join me?
[pause]
You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy.
Rfeynman: None shall pass.
damj: What?
Rfeynman: None shall pass.
damj: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir, but I must win this.
Rfeynman: Then you shall die.
damj: I command you as King of the Last Post Wins thread to stand aside!
Rfeynman: I move for no man.
damj: So be it!
[hah]
[parry thrust]
[damj chops the Rfeynman's left arm off]
damj: Now stand aside, worthy adversary.
Rfeynman: 'Tis but a scratch.
damj: A scratch? Your arm's off!
Rfeynman: No, it isn't.
damj: Well, what's that then?
Rfeynman: I've had worse.
damj: You liar!
Rfeynman: Come on you pansy!
[hah]
[parry thrust]
[damj chops the Rfeynman's right arm off]
damj: Victory is mine!
[kneeling]
We thank thee Lord, that in thy merc-
[Rfeynman kicks damj in the head while he is praying]
Rfeynman: Come on then.
damj: What?
Rfeynman: Have at you!
damj: You are indeed brave, Sir, but the fight is mine.
Rfeynman: Oh, had enough, eh?
damj: Look, you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left.
Rfeynman: Yes I have.
damj: Look!
Rfeynman: Just a flesh wound.
[Headbutts damj in the chest]
damj: Look, stop that.
Rfeynman: Chicken! Chicken!
damj: Look, I'll have your leg. Right!
[whop]
[damj chops the Rfeynman's leg off]
Rfeynman: Right, I'll do you for that!
damj: You'll what?
Rfeynman: Come 'ere!
damj: What are you going to do, bleed on me?
Rfeynman: I'm invincible!
damj: You're a loony.
Rfeynman: Rfeynman always triumphs! Have at you! Come on then.
[whop]
[damj chops the Rfeynman's other leg off]
Rfeynman: All right; we'll call it a draw.
damj: Come, Patsy.
Rfeynman: Oh, oh, I see, running away then. You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!